Evening Wear

The sun sits
Behind the
He turned all
His attention
To face the word
To which would
be the final
In being the keeper
The writer became
yet another
written word
W/o bound
He Stood
Waiting for
the shadows arrival
Counting till it was…..
For w/o  his Word 
there wasn’t an in between 
Then what would be his purpose 
Only what was left of his mind

Today was the first day in a while
That I can feel the earth
Underneath my feet
My heart is full
And I have all my loves around me
Wishing everyone a happy Sunday
The Sheldon Perspective© 7/24/16

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